Honest Aunt

The incident I'm about to recount happened one summer vacation during my childhood, probably in the mid-1990s, when I was around ten years old. Because it happened so suddenly and was quite a shock, it remains vivid in my memory.

If you were to ask me about my impression of "beautiful women" during my childhood, the first person that comes to mind would definitely be my aunt (hereinafter referred to as Aunt). She was the wife of my uncle (the youngest of my father's brothers), a primary school Chinese teacher, tall and fair-skinned, with a very good temperament. Her face possessed the quiet elegance characteristic of a well-educated woman, making her very pleasant to look at. As a child, I wouldn't fantasize about my elders, but what I loved most about Aunt was her legs. In the summer, when she dressed casually at home, her long, fair legs paired with her delicate, pink toes were incredibly beautiful.

Because Aunt was a teacher and had summer and winter vacations (and lived not far from my home), and because she was only around 25 years old and hadn't had children yet, for a period of time I would spend every summer and winter vacation at Aunt's house, with my parents picking me up in the evening.

What I remember most vividly is a sweltering day when I was taking a nap on my aunt's bed (I was actually awake, but deliberately silent because my aunt wanted to tutor me if she saw I was awake). My aunt, having just returned from grocery shopping, probably felt unwell and went to take a shower. Since the bedroom door was open, I saw that when she came out of the bathroom, she was only wearing short athletic shorts and a loose white short-sleeved t-shirt. Her chest was naturally prominent, and she probably wasn't wearing a bra (back then, there was no air conditioning, only fans, and nobody wanted to wear an extra layer at home). Her long, white legs were particularly noticeable.

I remember clearly that when my aunt looked at me to make sure I was still "asleep," she prepared to cook. Just then, there was a knock at the door. My aunt asked, "Who is it?" A deep male voice came from the doorway: "It's me!" The voice wasn't very clear, but it sounded a bit like my uncle's. At that time, my uncle worked for a public institution, and his work wasn't busy, so he could sometimes come home early. Therefore, my aunt didn't hesitate at all and didn't change her clothes before opening the door. But when I opened the door, I was stunned. It was my uncle from the countryside, my dad's cousin. I've never liked him; he's in his thirties, idle all day, a bachelor who lives off gambling. Every time he comes to the city, it's to borrow money from my dad and my two uncles. My dad and his two brothers are really annoyed by him.

Because my aunt didn't expect it to be him, she was dressed way too "sexy," completely exposing her white legs and wearing a t-shirt without a bra. The scene was very awkward. You know how it is in those old neighborhoods from the 80s and 90s; the bedroom door faces the foyer directly, so I could see everything clearly. My uncle was wearing a vest, shorts, and slippers. He wasn't even as tall as my aunt, and he looked dirty and disheveled. He looked my aunt up and down, then gave a lewd smile. After entering the house, my aunt handed him a glass of water, seemingly about to go back to her room to get a coat, but my uncle immediately said he was in trouble and needed money, hoping my aunt could lend him another two thousand. My aunt knew he was gambling, so she said, "Didn't we already lend you two thousand last time?" My uncle said that money wasn't enough, and that if he didn't have money this time, he'd be in trouble.

My aunt said, "We don't have much money either, why don't we wait until my uncle comes back?" Then that scoundrel did something that surprised me. He suddenly knelt on the ground, saying that my uncle would only kick him out when he came back, and only my aunt could help him. My aunt is an honest woman and had never seen anything like this before, so she instinctively went to help him up. But unexpectedly, my uncle suddenly grabbed my aunt's two snow-white legs, then pressed his lewd face tightly against the inside of her soft, white thighs, his nose very close to her groin. My aunt was immediately terrified, pushing him away while whispering, "What are you doing! Junjun (my nickname) is still taking a nap inside!" My uncle, panting heavily, said, "I didn't do anything. I was just begging you. If you don't agree, I'll just kneel here!" As he spoke, he began to rub his hands, which were wrapped around my aunt's thighs, up and down her smooth legs. His face and mouth were also constantly rubbing against her white thighs. My aunt was probably afraid that I would wake up and see this scene, and also afraid that the neighbors passing by the window would see, so she didn't dare to struggle too much or shout. She seemed to have no choice but to half-heartedly resist, and the two of them remained like this for a while (which probably made my uncle extremely happy).

Then my aunt must have given in. She said, "Let me go and stand up. I'll go to the study to get my money for you! I only have a thousand!" Only then did my uncle smile and wipe his mouth as he stood up, but he said that he had to go into the study with my aunt, because he was afraid that my aunt would change her mind again. The two of them went into the study next door together. I only heard my aunt open a drawer, then my uncle said, "Shushu (my aunt's nickname), you're so nice." Then there was a slight struggle, and I heard my aunt whisper, "Don't hug me! Take your hands off me! If you touch me again, I'll call for help!" Then I heard my uncle chuckle, saying, "I'm not being a pervert. I'm just giving you a full-body massage because you've been working hard. We're family, what's the big deal? Hehe, Shushu, your 'big steamed buns' are so big and tender... I want to eat them..." Then there was another struggle, along with my uncle's heavy breathing and smacking sounds. Needless to say, I knew that my uncle was hugging my aunt and groping her. I could tell that my honest and quiet aunt was afraid of making a scene and didn't dare to resist too much. Judging from what she was wearing, she was definitely being taken advantage of. Then I heard my aunt scolding in a low voice, "Don't touch me there! Don't put your hand in there again! I've already touched and seen everything, what more do you want! Oh, you... how could you touch there!! You pervert... Waaah..." Judging from the sound, it seemed like my aunt's mouth was covered, and from the same sounds coming from my uncle's mouth, he was probably forcibly kissing her while definitely groping her. I was very nervous at that moment, afraid that my aunt would suffer a great loss. I knew that my aunt, who was very concerned about her reputation and thin-skinned, had been enduring and half-heartedly resisting my uncle's forceful kiss and groping to prevent me and the neighbors from finding out, and in the end, she seemed to have almost given up struggling. Then, after this process lasted for a long time, I saw my uncle appear in the hall with a stack of bills, looking very satisfied, his shorts bulging. Next to him appeared my aunt, her face purple with anger. Her hair was messy, and there were some red marks on her arms and neck, I didn't know if they were hickeys or from the struggle.

My aunt said, "Get out of here! I don't want to see you anymore!" My uncle chuckled and counted the money in his hand, then said, "Shushu, you're so good to me! I'm so touched!" Then, he suddenly pulled my aunt into a hug, burying his face tightly against her ample breasts (she was wearing a t-shirt without underwear). My aunt said, "You pervert, what are you trying to do now?!" My uncle said, "I'm not a pervert, I'm just touched... touched... good Shushu, I'll be your slave from now on..." As he spoke, he buried his face in my aunt's breasts, his ugly face rubbing against the peaks, while his large hands wantonly kneaded her buttocks and fair thighs. My aunt looked at me nervously, and I quickly closed my eyes, pretending to be asleep. My aunt pushed my uncle away, telling him to get lost. He suddenly looked up and kissed my aunt on the lips, then reached out and kneaded her breasts a few times before finally letting go, satisfied.

Then my aunt went into the bedroom to check if I was still asleep. After that, she went into the bathroom to take a shower, changed her clothes, and then sat alone on the living room sofa, sulking. She only went into the kitchen to cook after I got up. When my uncle came home, she didn't say much, and she didn't mention a word about my cousin borrowing money; she was just depressed for a few days.

Later, my cousin made some money from the demolition of his old house and wore gold chains and tacky designer clothes all the time, acting incredibly arrogant. After 2000, he stopped bothering our relatives in the city. When my aunt saw him during New Year's visits, she would always give him the cold shoulder, which my uncle criticized twice, saying how could he not give relatives a friendly look in front of them. Actually, only I knew the real reason.

Later, my uncle resigned from his dead-end job at a government-affiliated institution and went into business. After making some money, he immigrated to Canada with my aunt. Now, we rarely see them. This year, during the Lunar New Year, my uncle brought my aunt and their child back to pay their respects. My aunt has maintained herself very well abroad; she's still a beautiful woman with undiminished charm. Surprisingly, when she saw my cousin from the countryside, she no longer gave him the cold shoulder as before. She was polite and even toasted him during the meal. Has this matter faded from her memory? But for me, it's hard to forget.

[The End]

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